Page 5 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

No one would know.

I’ll leave her a present under her panties so the world smells her father on her. Evidence of the deviant thoughts that I can no longer control.

“Are we playing a game?” She breathes and cum spurts from the tip of my dick into my boxers.

I move my hand along the warmth of her thigh, just enough to drag the soft cotton of her skirt over the hardened line of my cock.

“We are playing. We’re playing keep secrets. Can you do that?”

I clench my jaw. Hard. Count to ten.

It doesn’t help. My balls fucking ache to heave and explode. I have to get inside her.

Maybe if I can just taste her.

Then, I’ll be okay. Just one little lick and then, back to being a rational man. Not a perverted father figure who wants to violate his daughter.

Step-daughter my conscience tries to remind me.

“Yes, always for you. I’ll keep all our secrets.” She moves again, more than a wiggle, adding a little moan, heat transferring from between her legs onto my thighs.

"Don’t," I grit. "Don’t move like that again unless you are ready for what’s coming next."

She freezes. Those sweet, big eyes lift to mine. Fluttering her lashes like she has no idea what’s going on.

And then…

One slow roll of her hips. Then she’s rocking, back and forth her head lolling on her shoulders, those bee stung pink lips opening.

My grip turns punishing.

I force her still.

She lets out the faintest whimper and—Jesus.

I can’t think.

The air in my lungs turns to acid. I want her plump little lips to give me a kiss and not just on my mouth. I imagine her crouched down as I open my pants. I pray I locked the door as I guide her head to my cock from her position under my desk.

I’d keep her there for hours, licking my balls, sucking my cock, swallowing my load as I dole out punishments to students. Listen to shithead parents tell me how it’s impossible that their little Tommy or Suzie could be such a fucking monster.

This is what I need. My own personal stress reliever hidden at my knees, choking on my dick as my balls empty down her sweet, little throat.

"Is this what you want?" I grit out, the words raking up my throat. "You want your Daddy to be bad for you?"

Her breath is shaking now and so is the rest of her. Her cheeks flushed. She gives the barest nod.

I close my eyes.

The sound I make isn’t human.

"You don’t know what I’ve had to do to keep my hands off you."

My mouth finds her temple.

Then her jaw.

Then the edge of her ear.